The I.V. drips, the days drag on,
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The anesthetics now wearing off
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Adjust the light switch in the hall.
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This is the end.
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These are the last days.
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These are the last days.
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Now take our hands in a roll of red tape,
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Genetic information strands are tighter than trip wires.
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And we awake in the light of other lives,
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This can't be happening, these sirens are for me, yeah.
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So what happened to the hospital,
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To cut the cost of collected health?
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Dying in the shadow of the hospital
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We got the city in our blood and it's making us sick.
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But you stay alive until their blood fills up your wallet,
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Blazing up the sky.
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These are the last days
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These are the last days.
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Where we all wake.
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Where we all wake.
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The I.V. drips, the days drag on,
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The anesthetics now wearing off.
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Adjust the light switch in the hall,
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Someone has left it on.
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And maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark.
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The bulb burns out when it gets too hot.
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Are we just a blink in the eyes of a pulse machine?
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It's lightning divorcing the storm
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Try to shut it off, codeine catch, the windows latched and
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The clock keeps circling the room tick, tock.
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We lost control.
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(White out white out)
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In white outs followed magnetic fields to the fire.
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(White out white out)
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Out of control.
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We fight currents in the water, we can't let go to shore.
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We lost control.
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Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday |